The drive to the trail where I walk the dogs follows a very quiet little street leading to the woodsy end of town. We were puttering along yesterday when a kid popped up about 10 feet in front of the car after racing down a very steep driveway on his skateboard. I was taking the road at an appropriate pace and was able to avoid turning him into road kill, though something as simple as glancing at the radio at the wrong moment would have easily turned this into a tragedy. I'm guessing he'd done this a million times before and had grown comfortable thinking that so few cars passed that way that such a brush was impossible, but his response to my horn honk made me confident that he appreciated the danger of what he had done and would be rethinking this maneuver.